The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1887-03-17

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weodlswu thai night. aud boAA gifls YER
= iavited. bat Of course Jsssnis had nS
thoughts Of going
p They merely put 10 ycar aans. 20 y
/, not 10 be nncivil; Of coursa. thsy dom
Q expect you. her aunt had paid, And
. JEANNE had soquicscsd 10 silence. II the
4 disappointment had caused ~ heart.
!. ache, il bad been short lived, She WAS
= too swset-tempered and sunny hearted
to brood over 30 trivial grisvaace.
mentioned that vsutsl Jon 70 do
, my hair. said Adelsids. psliiSAly; what
made You keep me waisings
forgot. but can soon dc II now. vas
Jeannies pleasant answer.
don't believe it; you kept ~ waiting
just for spite; you don't want "A to 20.
because you cant. continued 6ise Ads
laide.
The delicate color in Jessnis's cheek
deepened, but she set about 4 VI 10 ii
lence When the coifrurs " pists Il
was quite success
Nov bring my flowers, = !sdisldds
surveying herself with smiIiX saiisfae-
tion they are on the window sill. Cap
tain Fossebrooke sent them over this
morning.
JEANNE turned toward the open window
but before she secured the urn Of flowers,
her white dove came anttering in. and
striking the slender vase. sent flowers and
all down into the yard below.
Now see that. cried Adelaide, in fury.
Ny flowers are spoiled. Oh, you hateful
torment
She struck the dove, which had settled
on Jeannie's shoulder, with her open palm
as she spoke. The bird uttered . plain
tive little cry. futtered, and fell to the
| floor.
oh. how could you? cried Jesnnis
STOPPING and picking it up. You have
killed it.
hope have, retorted Adelaide. angri-
ly. You have no business with it, any
how. What does Captain Fossebrooke
care for you?
| Jeannie stood silent, holding the dead
dove to her bosom.
I'll never forgive you, sbe burst forth,
at last I'll never do another thing tor
you, while live. You have killed my
dove.
She turned, and fled out OF the room,
and ont of the house, Nor did she stop
until she had crossed the lawn aud had
found shelter in her favorite, secluded
spot, under the gloom Of the hazel thicket.
Then she threw herself down, clapping the
dead bird to her heart.
Oh, Beauty, my darling, she moaned.
The silver wings began to Stir and fut-
ter in the soft. warm shelter OF her bosom.
She uttered sharp cry OF rapture.
He's alive. He's alive. He's not dead
Some one, arrested by the cry. paused
in bis rapid walk across the glen. listened
a minute, aud then approached. 1t wa.
Captain Fossebrookr.
Oh, Captain Fossebrooke, she cried.
spriDgipg to her feet, her lips trembling.
her eyes radiant was so sure he was
dead he seemed so still and cold - but
he's alivel Oh, my Beauty See he can
perch upon my hand
You seem to be very fond OF Beanty.
said the captain with smile.
| never cared for anything half so much
l.
She stopped short. and her eyes fell.
and her cheeks glowed; for the captain
was looking.at her. with curious eager
ness.
was coming over, he said, to escort
You to Woodlswn, Miss JEANNE. Ny sis
ter expects you.
Me? said Jeanuie. l had no thought
OF going They said / mustn't But
Adelaide is, and she is expecting you
now.
Suddenly, she seemed struck by some
swift thought, that brought the hot blood
In torrents to her cheeks; and clasping the
dove she turned away. and fed through
the gathering darkness
Tue captain looked, for moment. unde
cided whether to follow or not But finally
he pursued bis way to Maple Hill. and &C
compauied Adelaide to Woodawn
A.day or two after Mrs. Cooper and her
jo,,bta, a rav.. H., Tho n.a,aat tnw, laav
ing Jeannie at home TO get dinner.
She sal 10 The old kitchen, picking raj
sins for the pudding. When footsteps star
tied her
Good morniug, Miss Jesnpe, said the
pleasant voice OF Capt Fossehrooke.
Oh. Captain Foosebrokel she cried. aud
her heart began to beat strangely. But
she made an efort, and said, more calmly.
Walk into the sitting room please. Ade
isile isn't at home this morning
didn't come TO see Adelaide, said the
captain, taking Jeannie's band, and look
ing straight into her eyes. came to sec
you aud TO inquire sitter Beauty. Pray
sit down. Miss JEANNE, and let me help
yon With your raisins. And don't you
think you could invite me to stay to din
ner, he added srchly. l am particularly
fond Of plum pudding.
JEANNE resumed her seat, smiling The
captain took seat in front Of her. and
vent to work at the raisios chatting pleas-
snily the while.
Presently Jeanuie, who was getting em
barrasseI. called Beauty. and the bird
fu,tered in. and perched on the top OF her
bead. somehow. nov, JEANNE began TO
feel less uneasy.
What picture you make. said the cap
tain You are very fond Of Beauty?
Oh YES answered Jeanuie